Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.